Wildes Writing

Tim Wildes I walked into the house, not knowing whose it was. I saw family photos, a child’s art, and plenty of cans of dog food. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a beer, and sat on the floor. I started the counting then- counting the flies. I heard a noise upstairs and jumped, then… Continue reading

Tim Wildes What could be more sacred than the bond of elder to child? The trust towards one’s parent: love and admiration. Naught there be truly a force greater. Never be it more threatening than, to betray this sanctity. This parental condition is fragile. To harm one’s child, whether on a plane physical or mental,… Continue reading

Tim Wildes A man on the bus was speaking on the phone. He said the word “fired” quite loudly and we all looked over. It seems this was our innate pathological association of fire with danger. And we all looked, despite not knowing why. Despite the semantical difference, despite our differing classes and identities. I’m… Continue reading

Tim Wildes Peoplekind – unbound and inordinate. There is no clear drive for us other than our own animalistic impulses or learned vanities. Regardless, we are a social creature. Empathy sponsors us – our greatest advisor. There is a sheen in the small acts of fraternity that bespeak us kin. The bid of a stranger’s… Continue reading

Tim Wildes Too often we lament over what is or will be: what was and what has always been. We never award ourselves a moment to reflect on our pasts in a light non-hateful- non-regretant. For this reason, we never appreciate something as profound as human: how lucky we are too have cherished something enough… Continue reading

Tim Wildes I really don’t mind the passage of time. There’s a comfort in knowing all things come to an end – that every story has a close. It’s so beautiful that you could experience something for the last time and never know; that the last time you two will ever speak has already passed.… Continue reading